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Lin Xuan settled the exhausted Rakshasa woman in his arms, then stomped his foot in the void, tearing through space and disappearing without a trace.

The next second, above a desolate, crimson canyon in Xiniu Hezhou, where even birds wouldn't bother to poop, space distorted like water ripples, and Lin Xuan, wearing his unchanging attire, swaggered out from within.

As soon as he stood firm, a strange aura, a mixture of an intensely nauseating stench of blood and the golden light of Buddhism, rushed into his nostrils.

Lin Xuan looked down and saw that the canyon below had turned into a brutal battlefield.

A broken vajra, a tattered kasaya, and countless torn limbs of monks, still radiating Buddhist light, covered the entire valley floor. Golden Buddhist blood gathered into streams, flowing freely across the parched ground.

In the very center of that bloody battlefield, a figure was carrying out a one-sided massacre in an extremely brutal and savage manner.

She was a woman whose height was almost exaggerated.

Her dazzling silver-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends of which danced wildly in the violent waves of killing intent.

She wore a platinum armor that clung to her curvaceous figure, stained with golden blood. Far from looking disheveled, the armor accentuated a terrifying and wild beauty.

She held two ancient-looking blades in her hands, yet they exuded a terrifying aura of Geng metal killing intent. Each swing of her blade brought forth a white-gold blade light capable of tearing through space.

"Pfft!"

A Taiyi Golden Immortal-level Arhat had just condensed his hundred-zhang golden body into a Dharma form, and before he could even utter a single Buddhist chant, he was cleaved in two from head to toe by the white-gold blade of light. The golden Dharma form exploded like a punctured balloon, instantly turning into a shower of golden dust.

"No...don't kill me! Buddha has mercy!"

The other monk, terrified, threw away his magic weapon and knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The white-haired goddess didn't even lift her eyelids; she swung her sword with a backhand motion, the blade so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it.

"Snap!"

The monk's head shot straight up into the sky, the cut on his neck was as smooth as a mirror, and golden blood spurted out more than three feet high.

Lin Xuan hovered in mid-air, watching this scene with great interest. He casually took out a five-needle pine cone from his storage space, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

"Wow, this woman's got guts! She's even more ruthless than that idiot Zhu Rong, I love her!"

He clicked his tongue in amazement. The murderous aura emanating from this woman was the purest and most irrational he had ever seen since he transmigrated to the prehistoric world. It wasn't something cultivated later in life; it was innate, emanating from her very bones, as if she were born to kill.

Just then, the crisp and pleasant system notification sounded in Lin Xuan's mind with perfect timing!

[Ding! New female lead detected! Please prepare yourself, host!]

【Name: Jianbing (White Tiger Goddess)】

[Identity: One of the Four Ancient Sacred Beasts, the Lord of the Western Metal element, slumbering in the core of the Western Continent's ley lines.]

[Cultivation Level: Peak Quasi-Saint Limit]

[Status: Awakened by the noise of the Western Religion conscripting men to fill the Investiture of the Gods list, extremely grumpy upon waking, currently conducting an indiscriminate clearing operation.]

[System Overall Score: 99 points (Top-tier, Excellent!)]

"Ninety-nine points?!"

Lin Xuan's eyes lit up instantly, and he even forgot to chew the pine nuts in his mouth.

This is the highest score the system has given him since he transmigrated! It's higher than all the wives in his backyard combined!

"Wow, system, you really know me! This hot, wild, and temperamental older sister is someone I absolutely must marry!"

Lin Xuan was overjoyed. His gaze towards the white-haired goddess below instantly shifted from admiration to a burning desire for the food on his plate.

In the canyon below, the White Tiger Goddess had gone berserk.

The terrifying pressure emanating from her, at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, was released without reservation, staining the space within a hundred miles with a chilling white-gold hue.

The remaining dozens of Western monks were pinned to the ground by this oppressive force, unable to even move a finger. They could only watch helplessly as the god of death walked towards them step by step, their eyes filled with endless despair and fear.

"Those who disturb my peaceful slumber will have to pay with their Buddha's blood!"

The White Tiger Goddess's voice was clear and cold, with a hint of hoarseness from just waking up, but the content of her words terrified all the monks.

She raised her double blades high, ready to wipe out the noisy bald monks all at once.

Lin Xuan nodded in agreement, secretly planning to go down and pick up the people after she had finished killing them.

The old trope of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress is fine to play around with occasionally, but nothing beats the thrill of watching a beautiful woman throw a tantrum and then taking her away with him.

This is Lin Xuan's style as the sixth son.

He leisurely took out another yellow plum, preparing to eat it while watching this final, magnificent curtain fall.